Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, just this story plot.

Chapter 8: Good Help is Really Hard to Find

Esme POV

We were only about 7 feet from Carlisle's office door when we hear a scream, and not just any scream. It was a scream so strong it broke my sturdy mothers' heart. I knew that scream.

"Wha-"Carlisle started to say, but I was off running toward my angels room. My husband cursed mildly and then started to run behind me. My newest child was yelling and I knew she needed me, witch caused me to run faster, she needed me and I needed her. I didn't even notice at the time of the patter of extra feet of my children fallowing my husband and me. I rand down the hall, rounded to the left, nearly killed two nurse but I made it to her room. In her room was a male nurse trying to change the bandages on the child's arm. My little angel was screaming and backed up against the top bed frame, the needles in her were straining to say in, terrified for her small and already fragile life.

"Ahhhhh" she screamed again, my heart couldn't take it.

"STOP!" I yelled at the male nurse, "leave her alone." I ran to the child and scooped her into my arms; she immediately put her head into my shoulder and cried. Oh the poor dear. The doctor realized he had done something wrong he slowly started to back away. I put her down on the bed and leaned over her like a lion protecting her cub. I was pissed now. "I know you are trying to help her, but just stop." I said in my most fierce motherly voice, it was just barely calmer than the one I yelled at him with. My heart was racing and so was my will to help the child survive. The male nurse looked confused; thank god Carlisle was there to help.

"James, please go check on Mrs. Merick in room 224. Please."

"I am sorry I- I- I was just –"

"James!" my husband said more forcefully. That was all it took, the nurse all but sprinted out of my angel's hospital room. I looked at my girl and she had her hands clamped onto my shirt still even though he was gone.

"Bella, it is okay… I won't let anyone harm you, I promise sweetie." I tried to sound secure and strong, but yet motherly but honestly I am sure I sounded scared shitless for my angel because she was scared. She looked up.

"Bella" My husband said in fatherly doctor mode "I need to change your bandage, if Esme stays here, can I do that?" I could see her internal battle between her instincts fighting just by looking in her eyes. This battle must have raged on for about 5 minutes, but she closed her eyes, showing us how open she was to us, open but scared, and nodded her head yes. I was smiling from ear to ear, I couldn't help myself I was just so glad she trusted us.

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We all looked up to see all four of your children standing in the doorway, clearly confused, and clearly curious.

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